Win and Ellie had just hurried out. Win saw the dummy and screamed. Her first impression was that it was a body.
‘No Win… It’s not what you think. It’s a dummy!’ Digger hastened to assure her.
‘Oh, how sickening!’ Ellie drew her breath shakily.
‘Yeah… this arsehole is sick in the head! Really bloody sick! Shows how cracked this coward really is!’ Walter said, slowly shaking his head.
When the police came, they bagged the dummy, checked the area and asked questions, several questions. They said they would return in the morning to look around in daylight. The detectives were not confident in getting any evidence at all from the dummy; there wasn’t much left of it.
The family decided not to reveal to Emmie the exact details. The old lady had been through enough and she didn’t need to hear about this latest gruesome deed.
Everyone had reacted in the same way, feeling the same sense of dread. The maniac had done something very different this time. It was just further confirmation of his insanity. Karl and Digger sat outside with Sam, Arthur and Jeff. Nat and Rex had joined them.
‘I don’t know what ta say anymore fella’s. I’m absolutely bewildered’ Karl said, shaking his head.
‘No, I don’t either, mate,’ Sam replied. ‘It’s not his usual behaviour.’
‘He’s definitely not the full quid, we know that anyway,’ Rex added. ‘For the bloke to string a dummy up like that makes me think, is he capable of hangin’ a real person?’
‘It’s a message!’ Digger said quietly. The others looked quickly at him. ‘He’s sendin’ us a message!’
‘How’d ya come ta that conclusion? What kinda message, Dig?’ Nat asked.
‘I dunno. I just have a gut feelin’ that this was a message of some sort! And don’t forget he’s already made threats to Win an’ Kath!’ Digger turned from them and stared off into the distance. ‘I have a really bad feelin’, worse than ever now.’
Karl looked thoughtfully at Digger’s turned back. He had the same gut feeling.
‘Just who is this bloke?’ Arthur asked. ‘Who the devil is he?’
***
After that sickening display, nothing further occurred. The police could only make a report about the fire. The Masons, helped by Nat and Rex, still scoured their properties but not once did they stumble across the firebug or anything connected to him. But they were well aware that at any time he could strike again!
‘Looks like a storm brewing,’ Emmie said, glancing out the window. ‘Sure is black. It makes it dark so much earlier.’
‘The sky looks really treacherous, Dig,’ Win said, tucking her feet under her on the lounge. Ever since she was a child, she had hated storms.
Emmie was glad she had all her family together. The coming storm looked nasty and she liked to know her family was home safe with her.
Hazel called them to the dinner table. As they ate, there was the odd streak of lightning and rumble of thunder.
After dinner, everyone sat around sipping port. The atmosphere, despite the storm, was light-hearted.
Karl teased Kathy about being in love and she teased him back about his mystery woman.
‘Wonder what the priest ended up doing with himself?’ Karl mused.
‘I heard on the bush telegraph that he was off to Africa to help with sick kids. He sure was one strange bloke, wasn’t he? I’m curious though, why they shut down and sell off the seminary so quickly? Aren’t you?’ Digger asked pointedly.
‘A lot of people have been wondering the same thing,’ Ellie replied. ‘Just think about it, one minute it’s functioning as normal then without any warning they close it up and sell it off! What does that lead you to think?’
‘I know what I think,’ Win said. ‘I think they closed the seminary and forced Father Damien to leave. There was so much doubt about him that they had to save the church embarrassment!’
‘Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad he’s flown the coop!’ Karl replied and they all agreed.
The port had a calming effect and they all opted for an early night.
Karl’s mind was on Mary. He would have liked to be in her arms tonight, with the storm raging around them.
As he pulled on his pyjama trousers, he whispered into the darkness, ‘Goodnight, mystery lady.’
Ellie’s thoughts were on her lover. She wished she was in Harvey’s arms. She was hoping that soon they would be spending every night together. Maybe next year things would be better. Maybe 1966 would be their year. Ellie smiled to herself.
Digger was looking out the window while Win prepared for bed.
He was watching the sky with the lightning streaking across it, illuminating it in blue and yellow flashes.
The clouds hung in black shadows over the hills and the wind howled fiercely through the trees like a ghostly voice echoing through the small valley.
Dig turned and went to his wife. They made gentle love, holding each other close in the safe haven of their bed.
Win felt fortunate. She had her man beside her and she cuddled closer to him.
‘It’s getting rough out there, Dig,’ she whispered
***
He lay… tossing, turning… his body drenched with perspiration. He was experiencing another nightmare, a common occurrence of late. Tossing his head from side to side, his eyes flickered as the tormenting scenes reeled wildly through his mind. Stirred from his feverish sleep by a tremendous clap of thunder, he woke, his scream mingled with the fury of the night… ‘Winneee…’
***
Win jerked upright. ‘Digger! …My God, what was that?’
Digger cuddled Win closer to him, settling her back into the warmth of their bed as the storm raged on outside.
‘Ssshh, it’s okay, it was just a dream Win, just a bad dream.’
***
Christmas 1965 was a very quiet one for the Mason family. It was their first Christmas and New Year without Dave and so they celebrated by going to church and remembering the life of Dave Mason.
There had been no further fires since the grisly burning dummy episode. The horror Hamilton Valley residents had endured from 1964 to 1965 seemed to have ceased. They prayed this was true.
***
1966 was welcomed in with the locals hoping and praying they would have peace of mind and normality would return to their lives. The months slipped by with no more fires or strange occurrences. The residents of the valley began feeling confident enough to resume rebuilding sheds and other outbuildings destroyed by the crazed arsonist.
Unfortunately, friendships of others were impossible to resurrect. The firebug had left his mark in so many ways.
With the sale of the seminary finalized, renovations began and Centaur Road became a hype of activity.
Trucks, cranes and an assortment of heavy vehicles and machinery trundled to and fro.
Not all the locals were in favour of the extreme changes going on in the valley. However, they were outnumbered by the folk who embraced the idea, looking forward to a place they could eat out, enjoy a flutter on the pokies and catch up with friends, all without leaving the valley.
The younger ones were eagerly awaiting the opening of the club in 1967. They were looking forward to the dance nights that were to be held on a regular basis.
Hamilton Valley was evolving, and hopefully this would help craft a new beginning for the people in the fruit growing area after the disasters of the previous years.
A reprieve had been granted to the Hamilton Valley residents. Had the firebug finished with them?
A newcomer arrives in the valley. Who is she? Why is she there?
What is it that Grandma Emmie has secreted away for so long that could change the lives of the people she holds so dear?
The once tranquil valley had endured the unimaginable. The lives of the locals were almost destroyed at the hands of someone with bitter revenge and deep hatred foremost in his deranged mind.
Is there more in the pack of cards held
by their tormentor?
Come with us into PART TWO of RED HOT to see what the lunatic has masterminded.
RED HOT
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
The sun shone brilliantly, while the wind sighed softly as the train rattled to a stop at the Albury Railway station. Stepping down from the old train, the pretty young woman looked around. She didn’t expect to see anything of significance, yet she had a strong feeling that she was where she belonged. Smiling to herself, she walked towards the taxi rank.
Albury railway station was opened on 3rd February 1881, coinciding with the opening of the Gerogery to Albury extension of the great southern line from Sydney. The broad gauge line from Melbourne reached Albury in 1883. NSW railways were built to standard gauge which meant that all travellers in either direction had to change trains at Albury. A very long railway platform was needed to accommodate that move and the covered platform provided was one of the longest in Australia.
***
‘Where to, lassie?’ asked the driver.
‘I’m not sure. I need to find somewhere to stay,’ she answered uncertainly.
‘New to these parts, are we?’ The driver asked, striking a conversation.
‘Yes, I just got off the train. I’ve been travelling for a while.’
‘Well, the place I’d suggest would be Hilary’s. You’ll be in good hands there. She’s a good ole bird, our Hilary.’
‘That sounds good to me,’ she replied, falling quiet, thinking about her reason for being in Albury. Thoughts of her mother drifted into her mind and she felt tears sting her eyes.
The driver interrupted her thoughts to tell her they were travelling down Dean Street, the main street of Albury. He also pointed out a striking building high up on the hill at the very end of the main street. The stunning white creation gleamed in the sun, standing tall in all its glory, looking down onto the township.
‘That’s called the Monument, girlie, the memorial for our soldiers who fought to save our country. It’s a mighty fine buildin’, don’t you think?’
‘Yes, it certainly is. You must be very proud of it!’ she agreed, blinking back the tears. The taxi slowed and came to a stop in front of a huge old house surrounded by a thick green hedge. The window frames and shutters were painted federation green, highlighted by white eaves. The young woman thought how homely it looked and liked it immediately.
‘Well here we are, this is Hilary’s boardin’ house and we’re in Thurgoona Street. At least you’ll know your address, love.’ He carried her suitcase to the front step.
‘Now you go on in an’ tell Hilary you need a room and she’ll take care of you.’ She paid and thanked him, turning to ring the doorbell above which was a sign that read ‘Welcome, Please Ring.’
***
Monument Hill is on the western hill at the end of Dean Street, Albury. In 1925, the war memorial titled The Monument was opened on Anzac Day by General Paine. The beautiful tower was designed by Louis Harrison and built by Tom Bartleson to memorialize our fallen soldiers. The visibility of The Monument was seen as a vital part of its meaning when the site for it was selected in 1915 by a visiting town planner, Charles Read. It is regarded as one of the best known memorials in Australia.
***
‘Just look at this place; isn’t it something!’ Tammi turned a full circle, gazing around the auditorium of the Valley Sports Club.
‘Yes, but it feels weird knowing that Father Damien slept in this very room. Gives me the creeps a bit!’ Kathy pulled out a chair and sat down at the table reserved for them.
The Valley Sports Club was hosting its opening night dance and, judging by the crowd already filling the auditorium, it was going to be very successful. Certainly, the building had a different look from when it had been the Divine Word Seminary and when Father Damien had lived there. Word had got out that the church had sent Father Damien to Africa to work in a missionary as well as selling off the building and all the land to the club. Across the road from the old seminary had been turned into a sports arena and cyclists were already training for bicycle races on the new veladrome.
‘Look.’ Tammi nudged Kathy and gestured towards the door. ‘Here comes Dot.’
Kathy followed Tammi’s gaze as Dot breezed into the auditorium followed closely by three handsome young men.
‘Not bad sorts. Wonder where she picked them up!’ Kathy whispered.
Dot paused just inside the door and her eyes swept the room, coming to rest on Tammi and Kathy.
With a smug look on her heavily made-up face, she sauntered across to them. The three young men coolly swaggered along behind her, following her swaying backside.
‘Hi girls,’ she said, eyeing them up and down.
‘No Eddie, Kath?’ Spite glinted in her eyes as she waited for Kathie’s reply.
Smiling, Kathy ignored the question, asking instead, ‘Aren’t you going to introduce us, Dot?’
Dot’s face went red as she made the introductions. She introduced the young men as Darcy, Daryl and Barry Burke. They had only recently moved to Albury from Newcastle to take up work at the abattoirs.
Without waiting to be invited, Dot pulled out a chair and sat down, inviting her friends to do the same.
‘Dot, those seats are all reserved,’ Tammi said shortly.
Dot took no notice of her and persisted with quizzing Kathy about Eddie.
Finally, Kathy gave in and told her Eddie was out of town for two weeks. He had three weeks holiday and was spending two of those weeks in Wagga with his mates.
‘So he pissed off and left you home alone!’ Dot smiled, revealing red lipstick-smeared teeth.
‘Hell, Dot! Give it a break, will you!’ Tammi butted in angrily.
Before Dot could retaliate, Darcy leant forward and asked if anyone would like a drink.
Kathy rolled her eyes at Tammi and the subject was dropped. As it was obvious that Dot had no intentions of moving, Kathy suggested that Daryl and Barry find some more chairs for the rest of the people who were still to arrive.
The auditorium was filling up rapidly. Johnny Hansen and his band were playing for the opening night. His band was extremely popular and, after tonight’s gig, he would probably be employed by the club to play each week.
Francis and Eileen arrived with a group of others and joined the table. Johnny and the band appeared on the stage and the buzz of conversation ceased. He introduced the mayor of Albury, Alderman Bunton, who stepped up and spoke into the microphone.
He praised the workmanship put into transforming the seminary into a club, and welcomed everyone, along with Johnny and his band. He went on to talk about the sports arena, the benefits it brought to the area and the athletes who would be training there.
After thanking everyone for attending, he declared the Valley Sports Club officially open.
The drums rolled, guitars twanged and Johnnie’s voice filled the room as he belted out Tom Jones’ song She’s a Lady. The dance floor filled. Francis grabbed Kathy by her hand and pulled her out to dance. Kathy easily followed Francis’ lead and they received many admiring glances as they jived to the beat of the music.
Daryl asked Tammi to dance and Dot grabbed Darcy before he could open his mouth to ask anyone else.
Eileen leant across to her friend and whispered, ‘This song certainly doesn’t apply to Dot.’
‘Yeah… Darcy seems a nice enough guy, too. Wonder where she met him?’
Barry overheard Eileen’s friend and he moved seats to be closer to them.
‘We met Dot in town the other night. She was standin’ on the corner near the Albury Post Office. We were just drivin’ up and down Dean Street fillin’ in time, checkin the place out and every time we went past she’d smile, so Darc ended up stoppin’ and we got talkin’. We all went for a drive. Dot showed us around the place a bit.’
‘Really?’ Eileen smirked. ‘Sure that’s all she showed you?’
Barry grinned and asked Eileen to dance.
‘I wonder how the kids are enjoying the new club,’ Win commented from where she was relaxing in an oversized armchair.
‘Judging from the amount of traffic passing, I’d say it is going to be one hell of a good night!’ Ellie replied.
‘You know, we really should get dressed up and go see for ourselves,’ she added.
Win pondered the idea, standing up and looking out the front window at the passing traffic.
‘Well, I suppose we could. Dig’ll be tied up with till goodness knows when. I could leave him a note.’
The two women looked at each other, a spark of mischief in their eyes.
‘C’mon, what are we waiting for?’ Ellie grabbed Win and steered her towards the stairs.
‘We’ll put a few bob in the pokies too.’ Ellie laughed
***
‘There’s a fair bit of work to do, mate!’ Dig was standing legs apart, arms folded, talking with Karl in the orchard.
Karl tipped his felt hat back on his head, his brow wrinkled in a frown.
‘Yeah, I know. Sam said Des and Eric’ll lend us a hand. No use botherin’ Arthur; he’s right into his religious thing out at Culcairn!’
‘What’s with this religious stuff anyway? He’s gone a bit mad over it, don’t ya think?’ Digger leant against a tree.
‘Huh! …Bastard’s gone troppo if you ask me!’ Karl scowled.
‘Yeah, gave us all a real sermon Thursday night. Hell, we don’t want to be preached to the way he was goin’ on. Poor old Emmie looked quite upset,’ Dig added.
Karl spat tobacco on the ground as he rolled a cigarette.
‘I know she was upset and she didn’t want to let on to us. Strewth, we don’t have to have it shoved down our throats the way he was goin’ at it. If Dad was alive, he would’ve told him straight.’
‘It’s this new fan dangled modern religious stuff they’re on about these days, isn’t it? I heard that bitch Ivy Geldin’ is right inta it too.’
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